Page 56 of Lovely Venom

“Oh, God,” I blurt from the gritty texture and rest my hands on his shoulders.

“Fuck, you like things other than my cock in your cunt, don’t you?” He rubs the belt back and forth.

“Maybe,” I groan, trying to hold it together.

“You’re nothing but a cat in heat who wanted to be caged.” He leans in and licks my nipples while driving me crazy with the belt. “And punished.”

Air stalls in my lungs. “What if I did?”

The belt rubs against my clit with mind-bending and delicious friction. Connor keeps his eyes on me as I practically come.

“Oh no, Venom.” He slides the belt out from between my legs. Grinning, he licks my juices off the leather. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fucking kill someone wearing this belt or using it to choke the life from a man smelling your cunt while the light leaves his eyes.”

“Holy shit,” I mutter, gobsmacked that he just admitted to being a killer.

Lightning fast, Connor grips my wrist and drapes me across his knee.

“Bastard.”

“What I did to you in June is just a taste of the bastard I am, Venom,” he murmurs, voice dripping with danger. “Now be a good girl and take your punishment.”

The first strike with the belt comes fast. A sharp and stinging blow cracks against the curve of my ass. His fingers dig into my fleshy halves as he grinds me againsthis erection. Every inch suggests how much he enjoys punishing me.

I jerk, a breathy moan slipping free before I can stop it.

“That little whimper tells me everything I need to know about you,” he rasps. “I knew you’d like this, Venom. It’s in your blood. Who the fuckare you?”

I’m the daughter of an Albaniankyrewho is a murderer just like him. But I don’t answer. I’d rather keep him guessing.

But I now understand why I can relate to a man like Connor. And why I’m not afraid of him.

“You don’t want a man in a suit drinking champagne at a gala,” he says, voice thick and full of wicked amusement. “You want a psycho who wants to fuck you with every object in his apartment.”

“What?” That lifts my head.

“You heard me. You came in here to take my life. Now I get to take your sanity from you.” He lays a few more blows on my ass, all while pressing my back down so his thickening cock rubs right along my clit.

I whimper from the pleasure.

“Hmmm.” Connor’s voice drags slow and hot across my skin. “Let’s see just how depraved you are.”

He gives a sharp whistle, and a giant of a man with a shaved head and a full, thick beard appears at the edge of the shadow.

“Um, no,” I whine.

Connor laughs. “If you think I’d let anyone else fuck you, you’re even more insane than I thought.” He whacks my ass again. “Blade, pick up that knife and give it to me. But you keep your eyes on my face. If I catch you looking at her, they will be the last things your eyes see.”

Connor speaks so low and menacing that it takes a back seat to the fact that he just threatened to maim hisown guard if he looked at me.

I keep my head down, unable to bear if this giant can’t help looking at me, only to lose his eyes. I’ve seen a lot of crap, but I don’t think I can stomach watching a man get his eyes gouged out.

Connor says two words in Gaelic that might be ‘thank you.’ I relax, seeing the ogre’s shadow and his heavy footsteps break away. When the door closes, we’re alone again.

“What are you doing with my knife?” I ask.

He gives a low chuckle and nudges the ridged hilt against my clit. “This. I’m going to make you come on your own damn knife. A knife you brought intomy hometo slitmy throat.”

With my legs spread, he tilts my hips so I’m completely exposed to him. “Oh, no.”